Eularia sighed, rubbing her eyes, before she moved to stand. He scooped up a child, and Magnus was holding a baby, and so was the girl. That left one baby, who Enzo had earlier identified as Verity.
She carefully scooped the girl up, snuggling her as she followed her son. She lingered behind of Enzo and Jaq, dark eyes taking in the bedroom with the little beds, each tailored to suit the child it was for. Color-coded. Though she still wasn't sure which child she had; couldn't recall her color.
She'd wait, patiently distracting herself with the infant in her arms. As Magnus, Enzo and Jaq placed their child into a bed, it'd leave only one option for Verity. And still, she'd wait, lingering with the baby, her chin resting atop her head.
A sweet scent, that soothed her jealousy, soothed every ache and pain for just a moment. She hadn't wanted to run into her son; did not want to face him or his siblings... He'd known that, though. How could he not? She'd trained him. He knew her best, save for the men in Eularia's life.
She couldn't believe reality was reality; maybe it was a dream and in the morning she'd wake up to her husband, and his hurt feelings as he tried to figure out where they'd gone wrong.
...she wasn't sure which hurt worse. His death, or the fact he'd died arguing with her about who she was; who he was; who they were.
She carefully scooped the girl up, snuggling her as she followed her son. She lingered behind of Enzo and Jaq, dark eyes taking in the bedroom with the little beds, each tailored to suit the child it was for. Color-coded. Though she still wasn't sure which child she had; couldn't recall her color.
She'd wait, patiently distracting herself with the infant in her arms. As Magnus, Enzo and Jaq placed their child into a bed, it'd leave only one option for Verity. And still, she'd wait, lingering with the baby, her chin resting atop her head.
A sweet scent, that soothed her jealousy, soothed every ache and pain for just a moment. She hadn't wanted to run into her son; did not want to face him or his siblings... He'd known that, though. How could he not? She'd trained him. He knew her best, save for the men in Eularia's life.
Alright, little one.She whispered, as she laid the baby down. One hand rested against the child's chest, for just another moment. As if she couldn't believe they were real. Couldn't believe she was home.
She couldn't believe reality was reality; maybe it was a dream and in the morning she'd wake up to her husband, and his hurt feelings as he tried to figure out where they'd gone wrong.
...she wasn't sure which hurt worse. His death, or the fact he'd died arguing with her about who she was; who he was; who they were.
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